Jake's POV

"Where are you going?" I asked softly, still holding on to her wrist .

"To the library, to sleep" she replied, in a tone that said *I'm don't talking*. Her eyes roamed the room , looking everywhere but me.

"Why?"

"Isn't it more comfortable here?"

"Ofcourse it isn't" she snapped.

"It's not comfortable sleeping on the same bed as a jerk" she added with a scoff.

"Exactly!" I snapped and she flinched slightly, turning to look at ne.

"That's an issue we should address, why do you think of me as a jerk?!" I questioned ,looking directly in her eyes.

She had used the word in her diary...